Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Qualms,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.